Spell Players at Hogwarts

"Hinkpunk, and...it's you!"

Lynch held the wand in his hand and looked at the figure appearing under the soft light with vigilance.

Robert Tersunet.

What should I say?

Unexpected, reasonable?

At first, Lynch thought that Professor Nutt would simply leave Hogwarts. After all, the invitations to Ilvermorny were placed on Professor Nutt's desk, but before leaving, his brother did something like this. One out.

Those hidden foxes, and this extremely abnormal Xinkpunk. Can ordinary Xinkpunk have such abilities?

"Your inspiration is really strong."

In front of the workbench, Professor Nut raised his head, a trace of helplessness flashed across his face, "But you are really unfortunate."

"Unlucky?"

Hearing Professor Nut's self-centered speech, Lynch was obviously stunned for a moment.

Of course, the main reason is that the uncontrollable surging magic power makes Lynch a little... heady?

"Yes, it's just unfortunate." Professor Nut still had the same gentle expression during class. "If you can keep sinking like this, just like them, maybe you can save us a lot of trouble, but..."

Nat paused, as he would when asking a question in class, "How did you find me?"

"Did they find you?" Lynch gripped the wand tightly, "You are the only outsider in the entire Hogwarts, Professor Nutt."

"Outsiders?" Professor Nut's head was filled with questions. "Is this why you doubt me?"

Then you don't know that Defense Against the Dark Arts professors are bound to do something wrong.

Lin Qi silently added in his heart, but he fell into passivity from the beginning. For the current scene...

"How about letting us out, just like that time in Professor Snape's office. They don't know it's you anyway."

Lynch said calmly, although he didn't know exactly what Professor Nut was going to do, but judging from what happened to the centaurs tribe.

"What about you?" Professor Nut regained his composure, "You don't know, either?"

"That's natural, as long as you are willing to let us leave." Lynch said extremely seriously, "Anyway, we don't have any essential conflict. Coming here today is mostly accidental. What's more, you are still us. Professor."

"I thought you would rush up screaming and bring me, the professor, to justice."

"That is definitely the most irrational behavior." Lynch said seriously, pointing the wand in his hand at Professor Nutt without any slack.

"In that case, why don't you put away your wand?" Professor Nutt said slowly, and the Hinkpunk suspended in the air beside him also exuded an uncertain brilliance.

"It would make your words more convincing if you would put that damn thing away next to you, Professor Nutt."

"Frankly, there's no trust between us."

Robert leaned on the workbench very calmly, just like he liked to lean on the desk during class.

"But I think we've made one thing clear, haven't we?"

"Ah..." Lin Qi opened his mouth, suddenly feeling a little tired.

"Actually, I'm curious about why a little wizard has such powerful magical power. But as a member of Kristoff's family, I've heard a little bit about that trial, so it's strange, isn't it? A person who originally The boy who was supposed to be dead was on the Hogwarts admissions list."

"That's really troublesome for you, Professor Nutt."

"So, are you willing to share your secret with me?" Professor Nut said gently, but stopped in Lynch's ears...

"Then I'm afraid you asked the wrong person, Professor." Lynch sneered. "The answers lie with Dumbledore. You can ask him yourself."

"Dumbledore." Robert nodded slowly, "Then it seems we have no time to talk?"

"If you are willing to let me leave with my companions..."

"You are very talented, Lynch." A smile appeared on Robert's lips.

Suddenly, Lynch felt a chill. Is this weird expression a standard feature of a villain?

"I never deny it." Lynch quickly responded with some disgust, "So, can we leave?"

"Don't be so impatient, Lynch, it seems to me that we still have a lot to exchange."

"In exchange, what do you want? Shares in Tmall Group?"

"It's more than that."

"I can understand that this is your greed?"

"No one will have trouble with Galleon. We all know what you want to do. I have seen this a lot when I was walking in Muggle society. As the first person in the wizarding world to try to take advantage of others, your talent is really great." It surprised me.”

As he spoke, Robert took out a card.

"Theft is not a recommended behavior." Lynch's face became more and more grim because the card that should have been in his pocket disappeared.

"Didn't you put it in my hands yourself?" Robert spread his hands indifferently, "In the first grade, he was able to master the initial magic text skillfully and use simple materials to achieve something similar to double-sided. The mirror effect, the duel cards, it’s a really good entry point.”

Robert was talking to himself, and the cards in his hand also emitted a soft light.

"Then what's your next step? Use this little thing to open up the market and gather the so-called... In Muggle terms, it should be called users, right?"

"You are wiser than I thought." Lynch said seriously. In an instant, Robert's danger level was raised several levels by Lynch.

"Intoxicating anti-counterfeiting techniques, I feel the intertwining of contracts and magic texts. Even a well-known alchemist cannot crack such a small card in a short time. To be honest, you are better than I imagined it would be even better.”

"So, what do you want?"

"Leave Hogwarts. The stupid and backward country of Great Britain has entered the final countdown, hasn't it?" Robert straightened up, "The future does not lie in Great Britain, nor in Europe. This traumatized land should not Become the stage for a new era.”

"Are you from Ilvermorny... no, should I say, from the Magical Congress of the United States of America?"

"What a keen sense of smell!" Robert looked at Lynch with satisfaction, as if he were looking at his own piglets waiting to be slaughtered.

"Then, I think it's necessary for us to get acquainted again." Robert straightened his clothes...

"No, no, it's better not to say it." Lynch quickly shook his head, "There is no turning back when you shoot. Professor Nutt, I just want to leave with my friends. This is the only request I have."

"But this is not a conflict, is it?" Robert was stunned for a moment, and he was surprised by Lynch's unreasonable behavior...

It was quite uncomfortable.

"It seems that I have to come up with something to impress you." Robert said seriously, and then he let out the workbench behind him. The light of Xinkpunk suddenly became brighter, and then, a A towering ancient tree appeared in front of Lin Qi's eyes.

Lin Qi was... quite helpless.

Is there something wrong with these wizards?

Especially for illusionists, are multi-layered nesting dolls really interesting?

MMP!

"Is this the snake tree in Ilvermorny?" Lynch felt helpless and Professor Nut followed the script, "What is this, guarding and stealing?"

Lynch complained, taking advantage of Professor Nutt...

"Be careful, I'm not sure what my next spell will be."

A magic spark hit Lynch's feet without any warning, and its speed broke the usual impression given by Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"I just think the ground is a little too cold, which is not good for Fulinda's health." Lynch raised his hands helplessly.

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"Everything I have done is for the arrival of a new era." A trace of fanaticism flashed across Robert's face.

"The Will of Fire?"

"?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, please continue."

Robert:…

"My patience is limited, Lynch." Robert patted the missing snakewood in Ilvermorny with his hand. "You should know that Ilvermorny itself is inherited from Lord Salazar Slytherin, right?"

"I know, after all, Hogwarts is the American branch."

"Hogwarts-style arrogance." Robert snorted, "As the only descendant of Slytherin, this snakewood is the best proof, because the snakewood itself evolved from Slytherin's own wand. , as the only key to the treasure left by Slytherin, its biggest secret is now unfolding before your eyes."

"How do you turn a wand back into wood?" Lynch looked shocked (uncertain), "It's really amazing magic."

"You don't understand anything, Lynch." Robert resisted the urge to kill the boy in front of him with a cane. "How can you understand the value of this treasure if you have never seen the true meaning of ancient magic."

"So what exactly did you get? A snakewood?"

"It is the origin of wizards." Robert said quickly, "It is the capital that allows wizards to return to the past, which is comparable to gods."

Lynch: (￣ー￣)

"I can't believe that you are also a defender of magic." Lynch couldn't help but say, "So, what did Mr. Slytherin leave behind? Magic that destroys the world, or... a snake-shaped self-propelled killer type Weapons? Is the Magical Congress of the United States going to start a second wizarding war and wipe out the wizarding world in China?"

The ultimate reason why wizards get weird labels is because of people like you, Professor Nutt.

However, what surprised Lynch even more was that in the face of such questioning, Professor Nutt...he didn't deny it?

"You really have a unique talent." Robert was stunned for a moment and said, "The answer lies at your feet, Lynch, haven't you always been curious about why I have such powerful illusion magic? Now, the answer you want Right here is the only remaining bloodline fusion altar in the world. With this, countless powers that appear in myths can be realized here one by one. This is the only answer to breaking the shackles."

"So, you actually want to be the Sandaime Dark Lord, right?" Lynch paused and asked, "Fusing Xinkpunk's bloodline?"

"Hinkpunk? No, no, no, that's just an appetizer." Robert shook his head, "The potential of this creature is too low. Even without this altar, I can easily do it."

"But, isn't it the most intuitive manifestation of power to control thunder?" Robert said loudly, "What else is more suitable for me than the blood of Thunderbird? Thunder materializes in a flip of my hand, just like... The legendary god.”

"Thor is actually a Thunderbird?"

"what are you laughing at?"

"No, I just... thought of something happy." Lynch said quickly.

"What are you happy about?"

"I...Tmall Group released new products today."

Lynch's body couldn't help but twitch. As for Robert...

"That's enough!" Robert patted the workbench hard, "Do you think I'm kidding you?"

"No, no, of course I respect you, Professor Nutt."

"Respect me? You've been calling me Professor Nutt since the beginning of school. Do you think you respect me?"

"Na... no, Professor Robert." Lynch said seriously, "To be honest, I really didn't expect that you would have such a lofty... ideal, whether it is Slytherin or Snakewood. , but I still want to ask you something."

"what?"

"So, you are actually a big hinkpunk now, right?"

"It's just blood. Do you understand blood?"

"I understand, I understand, I...well, I really don't understand." Lynch quickly shook his head, "But one more thing, Professor Robert, since you already have the talent of Xinkpunk, Does that mean you want to be like Hinkpunk..."

"Power slack!"

Lynch stood up suddenly, and with the explosion of his wand, red magic sparks instantly hit Robert's face.

While casting the spell, Lynch also moved quickly.

Although the wizard in the movie was always in conflict, John's careful teaching still gave Lynch a new perspective.

Avoiding the heavy punches of his old father is a good habit that Lynch has developed over the past three years.

Robert, who was a little irritated by Lynch's smile, was a little distracted, but his basic qualities as a teacher still allowed Robert to react quickly.

"Armor protection!"

Faint white ripples rippled in front of Robert, but Lynch's attack was far from over.

Conventional spells are always just a piece of cake. As the magic that Lynch is best at, transformation is what Lynch has always been best at.

"go with!"

Lynch pointed his wand, and the rocks that had been blown up by Professor Nutt's magic suddenly turned into six flying swords radiating cold light and stabbed at Professor Nutt.

Wizards are also human beings. If magic cannot work perfectly, physical means will never let you down.

What's more, given the characteristics of the Dogwood Wand, in the case of rejecting silent casting, isn't the high-speed divine word Lynch's basic passive?

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Red light burst out from the wand, and in just three seconds, three spells rushed straight towards the osteoporotic Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.